Monty Python ScriptsMrs. Niggerbaiter ExplodesThe cast:
The sketch:(Pull out to reveal that the 'Blue Peter' set is in one corner of a stockbroker-belt sitting room. Two ladies an sitting by the fire looking at a photo album.) Mrs. Nigger-Baiter: Oh, yes, he's such a clever little boy, just like his father. Mrs. Shazam: D'you think so, Mrs. Nigger-Baiter? Mrs. Nigger-Baiter: Oh yes, spitting image. (The door opens. The son comes in.) Son: Good afternoon, mother. Good afternoon, Mrs. Nigger-Baiter. Mrs. Nigger-Baiter: Ooh, he's walking already! Mrs. Shazam: Yes, he's such a clever little boy, aren't you? Coochy coochy coo . . . Mrs. Nigger-Baiter: Hello, coochy coo... Mrs. Shazam: Hello, hello... (they chuck him under the chin) Mrs. Nigger-Baiter: Oochy coochy. (the son smiles a little tight smile) Look at him laughing... ooh, he's a chirpy little fellow. Isn't he a chirpy little fellow ... eh? eh? Does he talk Does he talk, eh? Son: Of course I talk, I'm Minister for Overseas Development. Mrs. Nigger-Baiter: Ooh, he's a clever little boy - he's a clever little boy. (gets out a rattle) Do you like your rattle? Do you like your rattle? Look at his little eyes following it ... look at his iggy piggy piggy little eyeballs eh... oo... he's got a tubby tumotum. Oh, he's got a tubby tum-tum. Son: (whilst Mrs. Nigger-Baiter is talking) Mother, could I have a quick cup of tea please. I have an important statement on Rhodesia to make in the Commons at six. (Sound of an explosion out of vision. Cut to reveal Mrs. Nigger-Baiter's chair charred and smoking. Mrs. Nigger-Baiter is no longer there. The upholstery is smoldering gently.) Mrs. Shazam: Oh, Mrs. Nigger-Baiter's exploded. Son: Good thing, too. Mrs. Shazam: She was my best friend. Son: Oh, mother, don't be so Sentimental. Things explode every day. Mrs. Shazam: Yes, I suppose so. Anyway, I didn't really like her that much. (The doorbell rings. Mrs. Shazam goes to the door.
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